themonasnovels Chapter 452 Banban is not Peter!
Chapter 452 Banban is not Peter!
Chapter 452 Banban is not Peter!
In the Gryffindor public washroom,
The water is rushing!
After washing for 10 minutes, Harry finally washed off the stink from his body thoroughly.
Harry feels like he's had a bad time of late.
The Quidditch game encounters dementors; the Firebolt, a Christmas gift, is confiscated by Professor McGonagall; a person catches up on sleep in the dormitory, and is hit by Peeves' big dung eggs.
Really bad luck!
It's not Ron who is really stuck by ominous, but himself, right? !
"Mmmmmmm!"
Harry hangs his throat professionally, feeling that his throat has been opened, and then tilts his ears to listen to the movement in the lounge.
no one!
Certainly no one, the students have gone home, and Professor McGonagall won't be coming.Ron left the dormitory early in the morning and went to the library, and he won't be back for a while.
Holding the shower with his left hand and the soap in his hand, Harry began to let himself go secretly, screaming hard:
"Aha! Love even if you die~!"
"In the middle of the night for three days and three nights, the kissing didn't stop!
ah~"
After playing the dolphin sound, Harry, who felt good about himself, practiced how to express his love to the squashed soap.
"Qiu, I have something I've always wanted to say to you... no, the tone is not strong enough...
Qiu, stay with me, this is my request for the rest of my life! "
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Harry's little hands trembled in fright, and the soap slid to the floor.
"Is that you, Ron? Where have you been? You're not here in the morning. Do you want to take a shower? Let's go together!"
Harry was in a hurry to speak, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he tried to hide his embarrassment.
No one knows that he likes Qiu yet, so don't expose it.
"It's me! Potter!"
boom!
There was a slipping sound, followed by a thud of the head on the floor.
rubbed to stand up,
step on the soap,
Another slip and fall.
Chop a big fork!
After several collisions in a row, Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the bathroom, frowning and asked, "Potter, are you okay?"
"No...it's okay...it's just that the floor is a little slippery."
Five minutes later, Harry, who was bruised and swollen from the fall, finally got dressed and opened the bathroom door.
"Professor McGonagall, why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Harry asked awkwardly.
Professor McGonagall folded her two thin arms on her chest, staring at Harry through square glasses.
"Where's Mr. Weasley? I have something to ask of him."
"Oh, Ron." Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was not looking for him.
"He went to the library to study early in the morning."
Professor McGonagall nodded, and said with a straight face: "Harry, even if there is no one in the common room, you must control yourself.
Your singing is out of tune, you're almost in Slytherin house. "
"..."
"Also, confession is a technical job, I think..." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, "Your lines just now are really too poor.
No girl will talk to you! "
Harry's face was flushed.
Gone,
I am socially dead!
There is only one thing on his mind right now: Which Hogwarts building is the tallest, so that he can jump to die... a little bit.
Professor McGonagall turned away and walked towards the library.
Harry stopped on the spot for a few seconds, and followed, trying to break the can, asking Professor McGonagall for some advice... an indecent way of confessing.
"Professor, how is the Firebolt inspection going?" Harry didn't ask directly, but asked curtly.
"It's going on in an orderly manner, don't rush." Professor McGonagall has a serious face.
"By the way, is there anything unusual in your dormitory recently?"
"Abnormal, isn't it?" Harry thought for a second and shook his head.
The only abnormality is probably the high quality of his sleep.
In the past late at night:
Ron's grunts can be heard endlessly, Mottled's teeth grinding, beating the beat; Neville's sleepy talk adds to the atmosphere, and Raffle's clams croak.
Since Neville brought Lefe home after the holiday, Ron suddenly stopped snoring, stained with the habit of grinding his teeth.
He was not used to the sudden silence in the dormitory.
"Well, be careful, Black may still sneak into the school." Professor McGonagall explained.
Before they reached the library, the two met Ron who had come back.
"Mr. Weasley, where have you been?" Professor McGonagall squinted at Ron.
"I was doing my homework in the library, and then went to visit Hagrid, but he wasn't at home." Ron showed a confused look.
"Is something wrong? Is it Black again?"
"No." Professor McGonagall explained, "Your parents are here and want to take you to Romania to visit your second brother Charlie."
"Come with me to the principal's office now, let's go."
"Charlie... what happened to him?" Ron said anxiously.
"It's nothing, he found the bones of the ancient magical animal fossil pterosaur, and wants you to take a look."
Professor McGonagall seldom lied, but at this time, it seemed that he was born with a full stack of skills. He opened his mouth and used it very skillfully.
"By the way, I might stay for a vacation, do you have anything to take away?" McGonagall raised her mouth 'unintentionally'.
"You don't need to take the clothes, but pets like owls, do you need to take them away?"
"I don't... I don't have an owl." Ron touched his coat pocket and said, "There is only one mouse, Scabbers, and it's staying on me."
Professor McGonagall nodded, casting a dark glance at the bulging pockets.
"What happened to your face?" Ron and Harry whispered, deliberately falling behind.
"It's nothing, I had a big fight with Peeves." Harry concealed embarrassment. "Have you finished your homework?"
"No, not at all. I know every word, but when combined, I don't know what to say."
Ron showed the look of a scumbag.
"Waiting for Hermione to come back and copy her?" Harry lowered his voice.
"Don't think about it, she won't copy for us, it's better to buy homework." Ron whispered.
The reference answer business of Akali's mysterious store has been transferred to Li.Now Hogwarts' answer is that he is looking for someone to do it.
Harry and Ron were used to it.
"Did you go to Hagrid's?" Harry asked curiously.
Ron hadn't been to Hagen for a long time, because he had seen the big black and thought it was ominous.
"Well, I suddenly wanted to visit him, but he wasn't home. I found a groundhog in his pumpkin patch." Ron beamed.
"Groundhog?"
"Well, I'm up for adoption," said Ron.
"Scattered is dying of old age, and I can't afford an owl, and a groundhog is a good pet."
"I could get you an owl, bro." Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder.
"It's okay, I like mice the most." Ron smiled sincerely.
The three of them soon came to the principal's office.
There were no Weasleys in the office, only Dumbledore, Lupine, and William in the double-sided mirror.
"Where are my parents?" Ron looked around. "Didn't you say you were going to Romania?"
Professor McGonagall closed the wooden door and said with a serious expression: "I'll talk about this later, now Mr. Weasley, where is your mouse Scabbers?
can i have a look at it "
Everyone stared at Ron, who took two steps back in fear.
Ron hesitated, then reached into his pocket.Scabbers appeared, shaking violently.
Ron had to grab the long, bald tail to keep it from escaping.
Everyone took up their wands, including Dumbledore.
"What's wrong?" Ron was taken aback, holding Scabbers closer to him, looking terrified.
"Did Banban bite something important?"
"It could be an Animagus," said Lupine, "named Peter Pettigrew."
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
Harry said with difficulty: "Peter Pettigrew is dead! He was killed by Black 12 years ago!"
"That's right." Ron seemed terrified, as pale as Lupine.
He clenched his fists, Banban screamed in pain like a piglet in his hand, struggling to escape.
"This mouse has lived in your house for 12 years, hasn't it?" Lupine said. "You never thought, how can it live so long?"
"We...we've been taking good care of it!" Ron argued.
"He doesn't look too well now, though, does he?" said Lupine. "I guess he's been losing weight since I heard Black was at large..."
"It's because of that crazy cat Crookshanks!" said Ron angrily.
Hermione snorted in the mirror.
She said that Banban was not normal.Otherwise, why didn't Crookshanks attack others, only Scabbers?
"Son, we'll prove if the mouse is Peter. It's only a second, it won't hurt," said Dumbledore.
Ron put Scabbers on the ground, and it fled around.
Professor McGonagall and Lupine raised their wands at the same time, and there was a blue-white light in the wands.
Banban floated up, suspended in mid-air.
Its little black body writhed wildly.
then……
Then no.
Scabbers didn't change anything.
Or that dying black mouse.
It's a real mouse,
not...
Animagus!
……
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
Thanks for the reward from the big guy "Yes, read it over and over again". )
(End of this chapter)